| You should be grateful
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| I’ve never looked no better
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| You made a clean break, I’m all washed up
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| What are the chances?
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| My love for my tormentor
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| You took the elevator all the way up
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| Well you’re all scotch, no soda
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| Your fingertips could torture
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| Drag my body back to New Orleans
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| And dream a little dream of me
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| Well you’re all scotch, no soda
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| I think I know who loves ya
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| Drag my body across the dirty ground
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| I like a city that can sleep around
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| Pass the cheap Merlot
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| Here’s to who you know
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| You look so sad, boy
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| You smell like gin and failure
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| You sing a sad song
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| I knew a sad man
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| Told me to keep my chin up
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| Told me to smile more
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| So I took his teeth
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| Well you’re all scotch, no soda
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| Your fingertips could torture
|
| Drag my body back to New Orleans
|
| And dream a little dream of me
|
| Well you’re all scotch, no soda
|
| I think I know who loves ya
|
| Drag my body on the dirty ground
|
| I like a city that can sleep around
|
| Well you’re all scotch, no soda
|
| Your fingertips could torture
|
| Drag my body back to New Orleans
|
| And dream a little dream of me
|
| Pass the cheap Merlot
|
| Here’s to who you know
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| Underhanded
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| Slightly damaged
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| Hey, young lonely
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| You took advantage
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| Well you’re all scotch, no soda
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| Your fingertips could torture
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| Send my body back to New Orleans
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| And dream a little dream of me
|
| Well you’re all scotch, no soda
|
| Your fingertips could torture
|
| Drag my body on the dirty ground
|
| I like a city that can sleep
|
| Well you’re all scotch, no soda
|
| Your fingertips could torture
|
| Drag my body back to New Orleans
|
| And dream a little dream of me
|
| Pass the cheap Merlot
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| Here’s to who you know |